Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Disquieting tears From the past Rise from my soul And pool in my eyes Love Mom

Today I am reminded how fleeting our time here on earth truly is. It
has been twenty one years since my daughter Chantelle passed away…I
recall a conversation with Chantelle weeks before her accident where she
thought that people just forget about you after we die. Her viewpoint
came from the loss of a friend, who only weeks before died from injuries
suffered in a car accident. She was troubled by how seemingly everyone
just continued on after the funeral. Soon after Chantelle’s accident, I
vowed that I would keep her memory alive.

I’m often asked how I
continue to cope after the unthinkable happens. It is impossible to
convey how lost I felt at the time, however the way that I’ve been able
to break free from the bottomless pit of grief is to trust the wisdom of
my intuition – my ability to know something without rational evidence
that proves it to be so. Life after life. To be so sure of something,
yet unable to articulate it in words. I consider that to be my greatest
spiritual gift. While searching for the need to find meaning in all that
happened, I have learned to also respect the mystery of it all.

Throughout this journey I have taken many backward glances. The past is
such a delicate thing. Most of the time memories are fragmented, like
shards of broken glass. Then there are other times I recall moments with
breathtaking clarity. These memory moments hold the beauty, the joy and
the love we are all here to experience. My life is certainly different
from the one I thought I would be living. Through it all I have come to
realize we are here to love certain souls, unconditionally. Some we give
birth to, others we meet in a serendipitous way, others are family. It
is these soulful connections that I consider sacred moments that will
live within us forever...like my precious angel, Chantelle Lee Lace.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

♥ Thank you for visiting Memory Box Creations where I love to
share bits of my heart and life, and some of my other delights like my
love of writing poetry, photography, decorating, recipes, and where I sometimes fashion lovely
creations and share all things beautiful.Լ♥ϋє ♥ Hεlεɳa ωнιтє

Always remember a ƑƦƖЄƝƊ may be waiting behind a strangers face.

Wow! Time certainly does fly. Has it really been a year already? I have been looking forward to the

Where Bloggers Create Party get-together and I am especially looking forward to visiting everyone's creative spaces. I have been busy training a new Sheltie pup and I also hurt my back (nothing
serious) so I have not been creating much of anything lately, but I look forward to getting inspired by all the wonderful creative ladies. A big Thank you to Karen Valentine from over at My Desert Cottage for hosting yet another awesome, fun party.

I have to share our new little fur baby's picture.

On Valentines Day we adopted a new addition to our family

Say Hello to Lacy our little Shetland Sheepdog, LACY

My Sewing and Craft Room

My space is an out-in-the-open airy
area in our basement. We carved out an 8’ X 16’corner in our basement
just for me to play to my hearts content. I wanted a half wall and full
open wall, so as not to feel claustrophobic. Each of my craft spaces
are inspired by childhood memories or what I call “Heart Treasures.”
Those wonderful memories that stay with us all the way into adulthood. I
enjoy being surrounded with the things I love , things that evoke all
good memories, which include keepsakes passed down from my mother and
grandmothers, to vintage finds, as well as my own childhood toys and
trinkets that somehow

Two of my cute fully jointed lovingly handmade Teddy Bear creations.This
very special bear with the red hat is one of a set of twins that I made for a bereaved
parent, using a piece of clothing of their loved one to create a one of a
kind keepsake.

I
prefer to keep most of my items behind closed doors. I have a large
closet type room down the hall where all my stash is. Trust me you’re
not missing anything. Bookcase to hold fabric and glass jars filled with buttons, lace, stamps and ribbons.

Ribbons and lace and buttons oh my!

My Sewing Machine…Okay, I don’t really sew on a lace covered table, but it looks so pretty doesn’t it? lol!

My childhood doll. A gift from my Uncle while visiting Hawaii

I found
this used farmhouse style kitchen island at another local Shoppe. It is
the perfect height for cutting fabric. Also I re-purposed my kitchen
Bar stools, which are perfect for sitting and scrapbooking. It
has tons of storage. A recipe card holder is going to be re-purposed to
hold pictures of my creations.

Button,
Button, Who’s Got The Button? When I was a little girl, my Mom taught
me how to sew on buttons, by having me practice sewing beautiful buttons
onto the cardboard that was used to package silk nylons. I loved my
button cards!

The
ivory lace bear was one of the first bears I made out of my daughters
graduation dress to safe guard her memory, which lead me to create other
keepsake mementos for other bereaved parents who have lost a child.

One of my many embroidery samplers

My upstairs office studio

A place of my own

This is my first desk which we had made from a Just Pine wood working shoppe

I love my black bookcase. Another great find from my favourite local shoppe.

A room of my own where I enjoy my morning tea.

Well,
I hope you enjoyed the tour? I want to thank you all for taking the
time to visit and I look forward to mingling with all the quests at the
party in hopes of meeting some new friends. Be sure to share a cup of tea or a glass of lemonade with me on the porch before you leave.

❤

❤Say Goodnight Lacy❤

It has been a joy to be apart of Where Bloggers Create Party Hosted by Karen Valentine Be sure to visit Karen’s beautiful blog,My Desert Cottagewhere the full list of all the party goers in the 5th annual Where Bloggers Create 2013 blog party and enjoy!

Friday, June 28, 2013

It seems so cliche'
to say, “Where has the time gone?” And yet, I still can’t figure out
how two little baby girls can now be graduating from grade eight. It seems like only yesterday when we were celebrating your first
birthdays. Oh and how I was so lucky to be able to baby sit you full
time making it my only chance to be a hands-on-grandma. That couldn’t
have been all those years ago. . . could it?

When you were
growing up, we shared lots of mac and cheese, corn chips and oh can't
forget the peeled sliced apples. We played games, read stories, scrap
-booked together and enjoyed many sleepovers. You loved learning to
embroider and had fun baking cupcakes with me. You always smiled and
laughed while playing with our Sheltie Topaz and she would get excited when ever she
saw you both come through our front door.

Now your both
graduating from public school all ready to start a new phase of your
lives in high school. You both come loaded with some strong creativity
genes. Your maternal great grandmother was a talented knitter and
seamstress and your Great Great Great Great Grandfather was a writer and
poet.

Yes I have complete faith in you Hallie and Emile
and your ability to become whatever you want to be. With passion you
will follow your bliss and carve out your own little piece of the
world. I have a clear vision of you both achieving whatever your
hearts desire and I’ll be watching and cheering you on.

Much
love and good fortune to you both dear granddaughters on this very
special day. . . and far into the future. Being your Grandparent is a
joy and I love you both so very much.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

On those days when melancholy sneaks in and tries to cloud your sun. We have all experienced gloomy days,

when life becomes a little grey.

On grey days I find its best to pause and reflect on the simple pleasures and envelop yourself with beautiful things.

Surrounding yourself with beautiful things that you love creates a magical allure which will attract even more beautiful things.

Oh and when you share beautiful things, magic appears and sifts and scatters like glistening fairy dust, whilst everything it touches leaves

a sprinkling of pure enchantment in its wake.

My vanity table evokes beautiful memories from my childhood

When I was small my Mother would make dressing tables for my sisters and I by covering old orange crates with floral cotton fabrics. She would gather colourful tiny rose patterned fabric, stitch and fasten ruffles to make it special for us. I still smile when I reminisce about my very own dressing table. All those many years ago, I had a place of my own. A perfect dressing table to hold my hairbrush and comb set, pink of course, and my hair barrettes along with my other collections of trinkets anything that deserved this special spot. Whenever I see dressing tables in magazines or on Pinterest it propels me back in time to when I was that little girl and how my Mom transformed our otherwise pale world into a little place of beauty.

My New Blog

I have absolutely always loved to write and blogging has been an incredible outlet for me. My love for words lead me to writing poetry and leaving a trace through journaling. My blog includes bits of my heart and life, and some of my other delights like cooking, paper pastimes, sewing and photography. This is where I love to explore my love of decorating, passions for writing and embroidery and creating all things beautiful. Click on my photo to view complete profile.